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with spring in the air
and the flowers on the ground
bonnie makes her rounds
with fall all around
and the Tennessee trees brown
david rakes the leaves
with stars on his shirt
can a man fly to the sky
and hold to the moon
nothing exciting
extraordinary or weird
he’s mr. normal
she stood there and stared
looking like a ladybug
waiting to take flight
the priest shook his head
mass started early today
and you missed your bread
for katie i picked
sixty-six yellow daisies
and stung by one bee
spencer loved his spots
until he got chickenpox
so now he wears plaid
what a big camera
“better to take pictures with”
richard snaps a shot
snow falls to the ground
and with Christmas all around
a boy goes outside
a splish and a splash
he looks to the sky and frowns
as the sun comes out
as the river pairs
he’s a sad poky player
and pulls out his hair
he came from a tent
the monkey man cannot sing
so winds his red box
one eyed cubana
trips at the drop of a hat
but we still love her
mack is a jailbird
who sings old southern songs
drags his ball and chain
there’s nothing inside
his straw hair like a scarecrow
he’s so much like me
chasing butterflies
billy has bugs in his hair
snakes in his pockets
juan hit a home run
bases loaded with two outs
oh wow this is fun
hair combed to the side
willbie skated through down town
grinding out the streets
he lives on the coast
my friend is a surfer dude
the waves change his mood
kevin loves soccer
he hits the ball with his head
dreams of goals in bed
hitting a bad shot
ryan looses his temper
and throws his racquet
he came from the sun
but now he walks the earth with
sunspots on his shirt
zig zags all around
what a fat little tummy
daddy not mummy
frank wanted to be
a policeman but he grew
into a monster
you better watch out
cause i vant to suck your blood
like a guinness stout
the flick of her wand
the twitch of her nose, and poof
you’re a horny toad
pete wants a pumpkin
he picks out the largest one
how to get it home
he’s a one way street
with only one place to go
and no one to meet
fred wondered what's wrong
his pants don’t glow in the dark
but wait, there's a spark
reaching for the sky
now he feels like he could fly
cause he's a rock star
the pram lady walks
down the street and up the hill
toward the big house
a tall skinny man
wearing a little striped hat
whatcha think ‘bout that
this mans a hippie
peace, love and all that good stuff
his life's really rough
he used to be thin
but getting married quite young
he put on the pounds
she played with my heart
i remember rectangles
all over her dress
kenneth loved his cat
so he painted him with spots
a cheetah he’s not
oh poor poor lorie
he has circles on his head
simon fullgraf said
living with a lisp
the snakeman slurs his S and
hisses like a snake
watch the balloon man
the magic little fingers
he’s made a doggy
hop scotch and jump rope
i’ll see you on the playground
and stay till its dark
look! mr. juggles
a head like a bowling ball
and his arms like pins
pepe the seaman
who sailed all the seven seas
sings of Tripoli
in downtown lakeland
mitchell sits and sips coffee
and dreams of a shop
no glitz and glamour
joe wanted to make a film
that was real and true
little mari jane
all dressed for Sunday service
prayed it wouldn’t rain
finished the day with
a beautiful brace of birds
what could be better?
with his pointer dale
quigley's on the quest for quail
waiting for a shot
a patch for an eye
peter plays he’s a pirate
and hunts moby-dick
he looks for a trout
as his fly hits the surface
small splash and tight line
